Engoouge!

Luke dashed down dark streets, pressing to his wound a disgruntled but absorbant dog to stop further bleeding. To his horror the evil red goo oozed from drains and plantpots, indiscriminately eating townfolk and chatting up jars of raspberry jam. The dog barked in warning - the way ahead was awash with goo! His last hope was the trainyard

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